The Yangzhou Mansion is also holding a feast, and the Lord Zhizhou is leading a cadre of Yangzhou officials, who are very warmly feasting on the scholars and politicians of the major state capitals, as well as the famous Confucian residences, etc., gathered together, up to more than 100 people.

There are many banquets in the prosperous era, especially in the officialdom.

For example, today's first talent competition is held in Yangzhou Academy, which can be described as a rare prosperous era since the founding of the dynasty.

It's a pity that the sky is not beautiful, with heavy downpour, thunder and lightning, and the gloomy sky seems to be covered with a shadow, which is somewhat unpleasant. Especially before there has been an urgent report, the river outside the city of Daocheng rose sharply, the waves were amazing, and there was a faint sense of flooding, which made Yangzhou Zhizhou not troubled.

In case the river embankment bursts, the river is turbulent, and the water is flooded for thousands of miles, it will be serious.

However, now that summer has not yet arrived, why is it raining heavily for no reason? It should just be that it is raining heavily today.

That's how it should be...... Lord Zhizhou thought so, and slightly expelled the gloom in his heart. On the one hand, he had already issued an order to call several officials to lead more than 1,000 officers and soldiers out of the city to inspect the situation and reassure the people.

In a word, as long as the heavy rain stops after tonight, nothing will happen.

Those now, continue to drink bars.

...... Grunt!

A bowl of bitter potion was poured into it, and it seemed to have an immediate effect, and Ye Junsheng woke up leisurely.

"Brother, you're finally awake!"

Ye Junmei exclaimed in surprise.

"What time is it?"

Ye Junsheng asked the first thing when he woke up.

Ye Jun was stunned: "It's time." ”

Ye Junsheng got up with a grunt: "I'm going out." ”

"Ah, brother, you're just getting better and you're going out, what the hell is going on?"

Ye Junmei grabbed his sleeve at once and refused to let go.

Ye Junsheng smiled bitterly: "It's a big deal. ”

"Is it?"

The girl Bingxue is smart and seems to have thought of something.

"So I'm going to rush to the City God Temple to have a look and make sure. ”

"City God Temple?"

Ye Junmei couldn't keep up with her brother's thinking.

Ye Junsheng's eyes were a little confused: "As the saying goes, worship God has its own blessing, maybe I should inform now." ”

"But your body ......"

"I'm fine. ”

Ye Junsheng waved his hand, his own situation knows best, he is not sick, even if he insists on saying that it is a disease, it is not an ordinary disease. If the speculation comes true, Yangzhou City will face a catastrophe, which is really not a child's play.

"Otherwise, I'll go with you. ”

Ye Junmei was always a little relieved.

"No, I'll be back soon. ”

Ye Junsheng left this sentence, took an oil-paper umbrella, pushed open the door, and walked out in the wind and rain.

It's not early, and with the wind and rain, it's very drowsy now. After leaving the academy and turning onto the street, there were no pedestrians on the road, and it was very lonely. However, in the restaurants on both sides of the street, the lights are bright, and the sound of pushing cups and changing lamps is endless, which is wrapped in the sound of singing strings, applause, and laughter.

There is no doubt that there is a feast for every joy.

In contrast, Ye Junsheng walked under the oil paper umbrella alone, as if he was the only one left in the whole world.

A person, facing the world.

Ye Junsheng's footsteps were very steady, stepping on the watery road, but the water was dispersed as if it was spiritual, and it did not wet his shoes and socks. If anyone saw it, they would be so shocked that their jaws would drop.

Water escape!

Unconsciously, Ye Junsheng used the kung fu of water escape slightly, separating the water under his feet, and he couldn't invade it. His water escape was originally attached to the Natal Flying Sword General into the wine, but because of the progress of the Flying Sword cultivation, he was able to spread and control it. Although it is not possible to really ride the wind and waves, it is more than enough to cope with some stagnant water.

He didn't walk slowly, and it didn't take long for him to come to the City God Temple.

At such a time, where there are still pilgrims who come to burn incense, the temple and others also close the door early and go to rest.

Standing, looking up, staring, and standing still for a long time, like a sculpture erected outside the door.

Babble!

Suddenly, there was a knock on the temple door, and someone came out of it, bald, thin, crumpled gray monk's robe, with empty hands, and only a string of plain white prayer beads hanging between his neck. Take a closer look, the small eyes, the nostrils are facing the sky, and the two pinches of nose hair are popping out, and I don't know how long it has not been cleaned up, and it can be cut off as a pen tip.

Stinky monk.

Ye Junsheng immediately recognized the other party, when he was in Jizhou, the stinky monk rescued Chu Sanlang, and he had been to the other party's Hanging Temple at that time. At that time, the stinky monk also said that he had Huigen and wanted to escape into the empty door by himself.

Time and space changed, and the two met again in Yangzhou. It's just that the time, place and environment of the encounter are quite unusual.

Obviously, the stinky monk also recognized Ye Junsheng at the first time, clasped his palms together, and recited a Buddha name: "How are the scholars?"

In the past, he performed the "Rootless Pudu Technique", planted peach blossoms with empty hands, created illusions, blossomed and fruited, and turned Ye Junsheng into a point, but unexpectedly suffered a backlash from the literary qi and broke the spell. As for Ye Junsheng's details, he did not have a clear insight. When I met by chance at this time, I suddenly thought that Ye Junsheng should have come to participate in the talent competition, which is not unusual.

After not seeing him for a long time, the smell of the stinky monk became even stronger, and it was emitted, just like a foul-smelling salted fish. I really don't understand where this stench comes from.

He's a warlock, anyway.

Ye Junsheng scratched his head and said: "It turned out to be a master, Jizhou is goodbye, and his demeanor is the same as before." ”

The stinky monk smiled, and his eyes were faintly shining: "The rainstorm is like a note, I don't know why the scholar came to the City God Temple?"

Ye Junsheng said: "It is precisely because of this fierce rain that I am uneasy, so I came to visit the City God and ask for peace." ”

"Huh?"

The stinky monk was slightly stunned, and suddenly stretched out his hand to make a move, but when he saw a change in the rain curtain in the sky, it twisted up, forming a stream of water, and then changed, and it actually condensed into a fierce face, making a flying yaksha, and pounced viciously towards Ye Junsheng.

In the face of all this, Ye Junsheng seemed to have no reaction, and his expression was a little dazed.

Crash!

The face of the water was approaching, and in an instant, it automatically dissolved, and then turned into countless raindrops, and fell to the ground like small beads, scattered and rolled away, without any signs.

The stinky monk lowered his eyebrows and said, "If the scholar doesn't dislike it, why don't you and I go outside for a drink?" As for meeting the City God, hehe, the City God is not here today, so there is no need to worship, and it is a waste to worship." ”

Ye Junsheng smiled: "The sages have a cloud: 'Sacrifice to the gods as if the gods are there', I can just do it outside the door." With that, he stood solemnly outside, bowed respectfully towards the City God Temple, and gave courtesy.

"Worship the gods as if they were gods?"

If the stinky monk has an understanding, he is silent with a smile.

At this time, the rain became heavier as if it was not going to end.

(To be continued)